A bird with the cold blood splatter on its wing tips
The blood of million men, the greatest warriors, slaughtered,
Still people battle the ancient beast,
It speaks with many voices,
But it always speaks of death.
A Viking Poem By Oliver P4
A bird with the cold blood splatter on its wing tips
The blood of million men, the greatest warriors, slaughtered,
Still people battle the ancient beast,
It speaks with many voices,
But it always speaks of death.
A Viking Poem By Oliver P4